Times Of Surrender

Sorry it has taken so much to update again. I have a few other stories going at the same time and itI am trying to keep up on all of them, but as you all know sometimes that does't happen does it? LoL, well her is another chapter and I'm sorry if I don't update again so soon.


Chapter Ten


Molly quietly walked up the stairs of Hermione’s small home. She had left Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Arthur in the living room, and taken it into her own hands to notify Hermione that they were there. She tried not to bump into anything as she entered the dark room. Dark clouds had cluttered the night sky making it darker then it should have been. Molly looked down at the bed when she had reached it. Hermione was curled on her side, lost in dreams. Not wanting to wake her but knowing that she had to, Mrs. Weasley reached down and softly shook her.

There was a soft intake of breath, and then Hermione sat up quickly. “Who’s there?”

“Shh, Hermione, it’s alright. It’s only Molly. We’ve come here to gather you and your things.” Molly sat down beside the girl and watched as Hermione rubbed the palms of her hands into her sleepy eyes.

“Why are you here?” Hermione asked with a loud yawn. She hadn’t meant to sound rude, but she couldn’t deny that she was unhappy to see her.

“Harry, Ron, and Ginny spoke with Draco Malfoy this evening. He’s said that you’re in grave danger. We thought it would be wise of you to come and stay with us at the Burrow. You’d be too vulnerable at your own parents’ house being as they are non-magical,” Molly said, patting Hermione’s knee.

“I told him that I didn’t need his help; or anybody else’s, for that matter.” Hermione climbed from her bed and hurried into her bathroom. Mrs. Weasley could hear her retching within. Moments later Hermione walked out brushing her teeth furiously. “I really don’t see how Malfoy thinks this will help.”

“He thinks that he can find a way around his father’s decisions. He felt that it would be a good idea if you had somebody with you, or stayed with somebody for that matter.” Mrs. Weasley said caringly.

Hermione sighed and went back into the bathroom. Water could be heard through the doorway and then Hermione emerged again. “You don’t mind me staying at the Burrow then?”

“Of course not dear! Would you like me to pack a few things for you?” Hermione nodded and pulled open her drawer to put on some normal clothing. Mrs. Weasley found a trunk in the closet and quickly began filling it with Hermione’s clothing until every article, shoe, and accessory she had was stuffed tidily inside.

“Mrs. Weasley, how’d you get all of that in there?” Hermione asked. She’d not taken into consideration that magic might have played a part.

“I used my wand, dear! It’s a spell much like the one Arthur used on the tent you stayed in at the Quidditch World Cup. I’ve expanded it magically to hold everything you’ll need. So you’re comfortable.” Molly said with a smile and a nod.

Hermione closed her mouth and smiled, “I’ll finish dressing and meet you downstairs in a few minutes, Mrs. Weasley.” Molly nodded her head and walked from the room. Hermione’s suitcase floated along behind her. Hermione closed the door and pulled on the clean shirt she had set aside. She was now dressed in blue jeans, a lavender short sleeved button up shirt, and a pair of black sneakers. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she deemed her attire complete and headed down the steps.

When she walked through the archway she saw Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley sitting on the available seating in the room. Mrs. Weasley was standing beside the window peering out every now and again. Hermione knew that she was looking to make sure nobody was spying on them.

“Ready.” The brown-haired girl said as she walked around the couch. Mr. Weasley stood up and smiled at her.

“Glad that you’re alright, Hermione,” he said rubbing a hand across his brow.

“Thanks, Mr. Weasley.”

“Let’s get going.” Mrs. Weasley insisted. “I’ll take the trunk.”

“No, we’ll take it.” Harry and Ron each climbed from the couch and grabbed a handle. They lifted it and turned on the spot before disappearing.

“Hermione, you’ll go with me then. Ginny will go with your father. I don’t want anybody going alone.” Hermione nodded and wrapped and arm through Mrs. Weasley’s. Ginny did the same with her father and both pairs turned on the spot falling into darkness.


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“Where are you going?” Ginny asked in a harsh whisper. The door was open and she didn’t want the boys to hear her.

“I’m going to go and see what it is that they are doing. Care to join me?” Hermione said teasingly, leaving her friend in the bedroom.

They crept up the stairs in silence, not even a floorboard creaking. She couldn’t hear anything coming from the room above and a grin spread across her face.
Reaching the top of the steps, she threw the door open and tried not to laugh out loud. Harry was leaning back on the bed, his head resting on the fluffy pillows. Ron was leaning down over him. One lanky arm was around the raven-haired boy's shoulders. The other was slowly making its way down toward the boy's crotch. Their lips were locked in a deep kiss.

They sprung apart and looked toward the offending noise. Hermione pretend-glared at them and stamped her foot impatiently on the floor. They both turned three different shades of red and wouldn’t meet her gaze.

Ginny took that time to walk into the room and look at the boys. She had known, KNOWN that the two of them would be up to something. She knew that there was a reason that they didn’t want anybody in their room. She wasn’t some kind of simpleton!

“We were... erm…” That was as far as Ron had gotten when Hermione burst out laughing. She held her sides as if they would split if she didn’t. The guilty looks on their faces were absolutely priceless.

“You were completely right, Ginny. You knew it better than anybody else and I found them at it, just like you thought they would be. You should have seen the guilty looks on your poor faces. You looked fit to keel over.” Hermione erupted into another fit of giggles. A grin spread across Ginny and Harry’s faces. Ron was the only one to still look mortified.

“Oh, Ron, lighten up!” His sister said, flopping down beside him. She shouldered him playfully and got a small smile from him.

“I’m not even tired anymore. We should do something.” Hermione said, sitting across from her friends on Harry’s bed.

“Like what? There’s not much to do really.” Harry said, crossing his ankles as he placed his feet on Ron’s bed. He covered his mouth as he yawned sleepily.

“Let’s play a game of truth.” Hermione declared excitedly.

“Oh, that’s a kid’s game, ‘Mione.” Ron said. He had relaxed a little and was leaning against the arm Harry had stretched across the pillows.

“Don’t be a poor sport! Alright, I’ll go first. Harry, have you and Ron ever “slept” together?” She asked with a sly smile. Their relationship was so new that Hermione just had to know everything that she could about it. They had kept her in the dark for the past few months and she was dying to hear about their liaison.

Harry’s eyes bulged slightly and he looked as if he had swallowed a bug. “Yes.” He said quietly, in almost a whisper. He knew Ron probably wouldn’t want to have this conversation in front of Ginny, but what the hell?

“What, when?” Ginny burst up from her reclining position on Ron’s bed. She was looking at both of them for an answer. Harry and Ron had told her that they had been an item for a while now, but she didn’t think that they had really moved into the stage where they were comfortable having sex together.

“I don’t want to know when, who is the…the…one to erm…you know, top the other?” Hermione asked in an interested sort of manner.

“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed, turning red again. “We don’t ask who the top is in your relationship.” After he had said he it wished he could take the words back. Her smile had faltered and finally disappeared.

“I’m not in a relationship, Ron. Plus, it would seem funny if you asked me that…it would only be obvious…I am the girl after all.”

“Fine, fine, Harry is…until it’s my turn…” Ron looked at his hands not wanting his sister to see the look on his face.

“Really…fascinating….” Hermione waited for Harry to take his turn.

“Ginny, have you ever fantasized about having sex with a Professor at Hogwarts?”

“Only once and that was about Lupin.” It was Ginny’s turn to go red in the face. Not wanting them to ask any more questions about it she said, “Hermione did you enjoy sleeping with Malfoy?”

It was Hermione’s turn to look away from her friends curious faces. Her eyes darted down and she said, “Honestly…I enjoyed it… at the time. Ron, if you could increase your penis size by gaining some weight, one inch per ten pounds, how much weight would you gain?” Hermione asked and raised an eyebrow playfully.

Ron tried not to laugh at the distinctive question and thought about it for a moment. “I think I would gain thirty pounds.”

Hermione saw the unbelieving look that had masked Harry’s face and tried not to ask just how long that would make her red-headed friend. Harry swallowed and said, “Godric, Ron, another three inches?”

“Why not?” Ron asked with a laugh. Harry was completely speechless at this point. Ron took the silence as a chance to ask Harry his own question, “Have you ever taken someone else's virginity?”

“Besides yours, no and that doesn’t count because you had already slept with a female partner.” Harry looked towards Hermione with a question in mind.
“Who was someone that you could have had sex with, but chose not to?”

Hermione didn’t miss a beat, “Ron; I could have slept with Ron in our fifth or sixth year, but I knew it would ruin our friendship. Gin, have you ever been in someone else's house alone, and decided to go through their stuff?”

“Never in someone’s house, but at Hogwarts I looked through some of Lavender Browns' things. I think the weirdest thing I found was a bottle of flavored lubricant.” Ginny wrinkled her nose and smiled. All the while she thought of whom she wanted to ask a question, “Harry, have you ever spied on someone specifically to see them undress or do something intimate?”

“Your brother; we were here at the Burrow and I walked into the bathroom while he was taking a shower. I peeked around the curtain knowing it was going to be him and he caught me.” Under his breath he said, “And boy the outcome. Ron, where is the most inappropriate place you have ever had sex.”

“Erm…I would say the Prefects bathroom at Hogwarts.” Ron looked at his boyfriend with a shy smile; Harry knew just the occasion he was talking about. “Ginny, have you ever done anything sexual with Neville?” The look he gave her told her that the wrong answer would cost her a scolding.

“No, I have not…thank you, Ronald! Just because you are with somebody doesn’t mean you have to sleep or do something sexual with them. Hermione, have you ever looked at a Play Witch or Play Wizard?” Ginny smiled and waited for an answer.

“No, I have not! Ginny, what sort of question is that?” Hermione snorted with laughter and thought about the naughty witch and wizard pornographic magazines. She’d never seen one before in her life and secretly wondered what they were like. She quickly thought about what she should ask Harry. “Harry, who has the most attractive genitals you have ever had the pleasure of viewing?”

“Male or female is the question.” Harry said cheekily.

“Either, silly.” She said with a perfectly arched eyebrow that said she just had to know who it was.

“Hmm…I would say that Lavender has the best upkeep I have seen for a girl…” He grinned at the shock on Hermione’s face.

“You’ve slept with Lavender Brown? Harry, you cad!” Hermione giggled.

Harry shrugged and looked towards Ginny, “Who would you like to be your first?”

Ginny tried not to turn red as she answered, “I…I think I want it to be Neville.”

Ron’s head shot toward his sister and he gave her a warning look. “You’d better not think about it before you’re married, Ginerva Weasley.”

“Oh stop it, Ron! In one year’s time I will be an adult and then I can make my own choices. Until then you don’t have to worry about a thing. Does being with a man make you happier than being with a girl?” Ginny questioned wonderingly.

“Yes, I’m more happy being with Harry then I ever was with Pavarti. Umm, Harry, what is something you have lied to your family about, or kept concealed?”

“Nothing, really, I never talked to them unless I had to. I do suppose I kept all of the things I’ve learned about the wizarding world to myself, though. Hermione, do you like Malfoy in any way shape or form?” Harry asked curiously.

Hermione looked at him and didn’t know what to say. She didn’t think that she liked him. He was Draco Malfoy; he was a prat, and the father of her child…nothing else. “I was attracted to him for a while, but now I don’t know so much. He’s my baby’s father and that’s it. Whatever involvement he has with me will always be about the baby.”

“What if he liked you?” Ginny questioned guardedly.

“Well then he has a problem. It would be his fault that he likes a woman who was solely focused on the growing child in her womb and how her life will be after it is born.” Hermione stated flatly. She stifled a yawn and stood up, “I’m going to bed Gin, coming?”

“Yes, night boys!” She followed Hermione out of the room quickly.


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“Hermione, wake up.” Ginny called cheerfully to her friend. She threw the curtains open and watched as her friend shielded her eyes.

“Oh, only a few moments longer, Ginny.” She groaned and covered her face with an elbow.

“We’ve got to go to breakfast. Mum is expecting us!” Ginny said without doubt.

“Your Mum’s already made breakfast?” Hermione sat up quickly in bed and looked at her friend through squinted eyes.

“Yes and she’s made all sorts of things. She said something about women having cravings and that you might want something specific.”
Ginny reassured her as she ran a hand through her red hair.

“She’s such a worrier, isn’t she?” Hermione said, grabbing a pair of pants from her trunk and began sticking her legs through them.

“Of course she is! It’s a mothering thing. I’m sure you’ll know about it soon enough.” Ginny called over her shoulder as she left the room and headed for the stairs.

A few minutes later Hermione was downstairs and ready to eat a hearty breakfast. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and she had put on just a spot of make-up. She had dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. She had chosen to wear a pair of white walking shoes so that her feet would be comfortable. The boys had made it to the kitchen before her and they were talking quietly amongst themselves as she entered.

“Did you sleep well last night, boys?” She asked brightly, taking a seat at the table beside Ginny.

“Oh, quite well thanks.” Harry said a fork full of pancakes into his mouth. Ron was staring admiringly at him.

“What do you have planned for the day, children?” Mrs. Weasley asked, setting a plate down in front of Hermione. She said thanks and put two waffles, a lot of butter, and some syrup on her plate.

“I’ve got to talk to my parents and let them know why I’m not at my apartment. They’ll be worried. My mum calls every day.” Hermione mumbled through her waffles.

“Well take the boys with you. I don’t want you going alone.” Molly said worriedly.

“Mum, I want to go too.” Ginny protested.

“Ginny, you’re not of age yet and I don’t want you going without an adult. You’ll stay here.” Her mum said firmly as she put some butter on a piece of toast.

Hermione looked up, “She’ll be alright with us, Mrs. Weasley.”

Molly thought about it for a few moments as she chewed a mouth full of toast. Finally she nodded and after everybody was finished eating, she watched as all four of them disapparated.